Chapter 59: Do You Remember How Many Times You’ve Broken Off With Me?

He stood up, closed the door to the private room once more, and only then did Ye Wuqi sit back down. As he settled into his seat, his face was full of anger. “Damn it, she doesn’t ever hope for anything good for you! If she wished you well, even just a little, she wouldn’t let you get engaged to An Qianqian! Who the hell is An Qianqian anyway? Is she blind or what? She’s doing it on purpose! She’s terrified you’ll find happiness somewhere!”

He was so furious that he began to sulk like a child. “Anyway, I don’t care. If you agree to get engaged to An Qianqian, I’ll break off with you!”

Gong Lü merely asked calmly, “Do you remember how many times you’ve broken off with me?”

Ye Wuqi immediately grinned mischievously. “I never said we couldn’t make up after breaking off~”

Gong Lü was speechless. Every time, Ye Wuqi threatened to break off, but every time, he shamelessly refused to, insisting on making up.

Seeing Gong Lü silent, Ye Wuqi tried persuading again. “Brother Lü, I mean it, you—”

“Does it really matter who I marry?” Gong Lü interrupted, his face impassive. Yet in his eyes flickered a pain and sorrow so subtle no one else could perceive.

Since it would never be her…

It truly didn’t matter whom he married.

“How could it be all the same?!” Ye Wuqi was incredulous, his eyes wide. “Of course it’s not the same! You should marry someone you love! As for me, I won’t marry anyone but my baby! I love my baby! And you’re my brother; you should marry someone you love too, so you can be happy! If anyone dares to make you unhappy, I’ll kill them!”

A warmth swept through Gong Lü’s cold heart.

He chuckled softly, “Still just a child.”

The implication was that Ye Wuqi was being childish.

“I’m not a child! I’m eighteen! I’m grown up!” Ye Wuqi retorted immediately.

Gong Lü suddenly said, “I know.”

“Huh?” Ye Wuqi didn’t react right away.

“I know it’s not the same.” But the one he loved did not belong to his time, nor would she ever come into his world. So, truly, it made no difference whom he married.

“If you know, then why—”

Before Ye Wuqi could finish, Gong Lü said, “This is an adult matter.”

“Brother Lü!” Ye Wuqi was so angry he stood up.

Gong Lü merely looked at him coldly. “Don’t meddle in my affairs.” All you need is to live well yourself.

The last part, he left unsaid.

“Brother Lü!!” Ye Wuqi was both angry and heartbroken, his eyes reddening. Others didn’t know, but he did—he knew exactly how much his brother had suffered!

“I won’t repeat myself.” Gong Lü’s tone was calm, but clearly left no room for negotiation.

With that, he picked up his wine glass again, drinking slowly and deliberately.

Ye Wuqi, fuming, plopped himself down and grabbed Song Linfeng’s unfinished glass of wine, downing it in one gulp.

“Ugh…” Ye Wuqi collapsed onto the table.

Gong Lü: “……”

What a little devil…

Gong Lü rubbed his aching temples.

Dealing with Ye Wuqi, his little devil, truly gave him a headache. How did she end up with such a little devil…

Gong Lü lifted his foot and gently nudged the now completely unconscious Ye Wuqi with his toe, then couldn’t help but chuckle softly, “Thanks to you, she gets drunk after just one drink too.”

Thinking of this trait—getting drunk after just one drink—Gong Lü couldn’t help but recall that girl in his villa.

He Luo had said she was the same way…

Gong Lü frowned, but didn’t dwell on it. He drank quietly for a while longer, then put down his glass and stood up, intending to call someone to take Ye Wuqi away.

But he accidentally knocked into the statement Song Linfeng had put aside earlier, and the paper slipped to the floor.